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A Difficult Week

On Sunday my computer crashed, and no-one could restore it.
In fact, they all just laughed at it and called it prehistoric.
My backup disks were useless – they were 1980s floppies,
The digital equivalent of corsets and jalopies.

On Monday I was notified that jury duty beckoned.
It clashed with my vacation planned for May the 22nd.
I called the court and told them of my gay black Nazi passion.
"We welcome all minorities", they said in deadpan fashion.

On Tuesday, in a shopping mall, I tripped and broke my glasses.
And now I cannot see a thing, including where my ass is.
I don't wear contact lenses, as they're awkward and expensive,
And so I made my way back home—unsure and apprehensive.

On Wednesday, I was scared to drive and had to call a cabbie.
"You need to pray for help", he said – "I'll take you to the abbey."
So off we went to talk to God but wound up at confession.
The priest believed my problems stemmed from some obscure transgression.

On Thursday an acquaintance called and begged me for some money.
"I'm broke," I said, "but know a priest who'll lend you some baloney."
"The Talents parable?" he sneered. "It's dollars that I'm after!"
He then jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge and sank into the water.

On Friday, I was thankful that the week would soon be over.

A Difficult Week

On Sunday my computer crashed, and no-one could restore it.
In fact, they all just laughed at it and called it prehistoric.
My backup disks were useless – they were 1980s floppies,
The digital equivalent of corsets and jalopies.

On Monday I was notified that jury duty beckoned.
It clashed with my vacation planned for May the 22nd.
I called the court and told them of my gay black Nazi passion.
"We welcome all minorities", they said in deadpan fashion.

On Tuesday, in a shopping mall, I tripped and broke my glasses.
And now I cannot see a thing, including where my ass is.
I don't wear contact lenses, as they're awkward and expensive,
And so I made my way back home—unsure and apprehensive.

On Wednesday, I was scared to drive and had to call a cabbie.
"You need to pray for help", he said – "I'll take you to the abbey."
So off we went to talk to God but wound up at confession.
The priest believed my problems stemmed from some obscure transgression.

On Thursday an acquaintance called and begged me for some money.
"I'm broke," I said, "but know a priest who'll lend you some baloney."
"The Talents parable?" he sneered. "It's dollars that I'm after!"
He then jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge and sank into the water.

On Friday, I was thankful that the week would soon be over.
And then (a sign of more bad luck?) I saw a two-leaf clover.

A Difficult Week

On Sunday my computer crashed, and no-one could restore it.
In fact, they all just laughed at it and called it prehistoric.
My backup disks were useless – they were 1980s floppies,
The digital equivalent of corsets and jalopies.

On Monday I was notified that jury duty beckoned.
It clashed with my vacation planned for May the 22nd.
I called the court and told them of my gay black Nazi passion.
"We welcome all minorities", they said in deadpan fashion.

On Tuesday, in a shopping mall, I tripped and broke my glasses.
And now I cannot see a thing, including where my ass is.
I don't wear contact lenses, as they're awkward and expensive,
And so I made my way back home—unsure and apprehensive.

On Wednesday, I was scared to drive and had to call a cabbie.
"You need to pray for help", he said – "I'll take you to the abbey."
So off we went to talk to God but wound up at confession.
The priest believed my problems stemmed from some obscure transgression.

On Thursday an acquaintance called and begged me for some money.
"I'm broke," I said, "but know a priest who'll lend you some baloney."
"The Talents parable?" he sneered. "It's dollars that I'm after!"
He then jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge and sank into the water.

On Friday, I was thankful that the week would soon be over.
And then (a sign of more bad luck?) I saw a two-leaf clover.
“What have I done," my heart cried out," to earn such retribution!”

A Difficult Week

On Sunday my computer crashed, and no-one could restore it.
In fact, they all just laughed at it and called it prehistoric.
My backup disks were useless – they were 1980s floppies,
The digital equivalent of corsets and jalopies.

On Monday I was notified that jury duty beckoned.
It clashed with my vacation planned for May the 22nd.
I called the court and told them of my gay black Nazi passion.
"We welcome all minorities", they said in deadpan fashion.

On Tuesday, in a shopping mall, I tripped and broke my glasses.
And now I cannot see a thing, including where my ass is.
I don't wear contact lenses, as they're awkward and expensive,
And so I made my way back home—unsure and apprehensive.

On Wednesday, I was scared to drive and had to call a cabbie.
"You need to pray for help", he said – "I'll take you to the abbey."
So off we went to talk to God but wound up at confession.
The priest believed my problems stemmed from some obscure transgression.

On Thursday an acquaintance called and begged me for some money.
"I'm broke," I said, "but know a priest who'll lend you some baloney."
"The Talents parable?" he sneered. "It's dollars that I'm after!"
He then jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge and sank into the water.

On Friday, I was thankful that the week would soon be over.
And then (a sign of more bad luck?) I saw a two-leaf clover.
“What have I done," my heart cried out," to earn such retribution!”
I strolled and mused—but soon rushed home because of air pollution.

On Saturday, while breakfasting, I felt an odd sensation

A Difficult Week

On Sunday my computer crashed, and no-one could restore it.
In fact, they all just laughed at it and called it prehistoric.
My backup disks were useless – they were 1980s floppies,
The digital equivalent of corsets and jalopies.

On Monday I was notified that jury duty beckoned.
It clashed with my vacation planned for May the 22nd.
I called the court and told them of my gay black Nazi passion.
"We welcome all minorities", they said in deadpan fashion.

On Tuesday, in a shopping mall, I tripped and broke my glasses.
And now I cannot see a thing, including where my ass is.
I don't wear contact lenses, as they're awkward and expensive,
And so I made my way back home—unsure and apprehensive.

On Wednesday, I was scared to drive and had to call a cabbie.
"You need to pray for help", he said – "I'll take you to the abbey."
So off we went to talk to God but wound up at confession.
The priest believed my problems stemmed from some obscure transgression.

On Thursday an acquaintance called and begged me for some money.
"I'm broke," I said, "but know a priest who'll lend you some baloney."
"The Talents parable?" he sneered. "It's dollars that I'm after!"
He then jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge and sank into the water.

On Friday, I was thankful that the week would soon be over.
And then (a sign of more bad luck?) I saw a two-leaf clover.
“What have I done," my heart cried out," to earn such retribution!”
I strolled and mused—but soon rushed home because of air pollution.

On Saturday, while breakfasting, I felt an odd sensation
I somehow knew that—on this day—there would be jubilation!

A Difficult Week

On Sunday my computer crashed, and no-one could restore it.
In fact, they all just laughed at it and called it prehistoric.
My backup disks were useless – they were 1980s floppies,
The digital equivalent of corsets and jalopies.

On Monday I was notified that jury duty beckoned.
It clashed with my vacation planned for May the 22nd.
I called the court and told them of my gay black Nazi passion.
"We welcome all minorities", they said in deadpan fashion.

On Tuesday, in a shopping mall, I tripped and broke my glasses.
And now I cannot see a thing, including where my ass is.
I don't wear contact lenses, as they're awkward and expensive,
And so I made my way back home—unsure and apprehensive.

On Wednesday, I was scared to drive and had to call a cabbie.
"You need to pray for help", he said – "I'll take you to the abbey."
So off we went to talk to God but wound up at confession.
The priest believed my problems stemmed from some obscure transgression.

On Thursday an acquaintance called and begged me for some money.
"I'm broke," I said, "but know a priest who'll lend you some baloney."
"The Talents parable?" he sneered. "It's dollars that I'm after!"
He then jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge and sank into the water.

On Friday, I was thankful that the week would soon be over.
And then (a sign of more bad luck?) I saw a two-leaf clover.
“What have I done," my heart cried out," to earn such retribution!”
I strolled and mused—but soon rushed home because of air pollution.

On Saturday, while breakfasting, I felt an odd sensation.
I somehow knew that—on this day—there would be jubilation!
Like God, whose pains abated as he rested on Day Seven

A Difficult Week

On Sunday my computer crashed, and no-one could restore it.
In fact, they all just laughed at it and called it prehistoric.
My backup disks were useless – they were 1980s floppies,
The digital equivalent of corsets and jalopies.

On Monday I was notified that jury duty beckoned.
It clashed with my vacation planned for May the 22nd.
I called the court and told them of my gay black Nazi passion.
"We welcome all minorities", they said in deadpan fashion.

On Tuesday, in a shopping mall, I tripped and broke my glasses.
And now I cannot see a thing, including where my ass is.
I don't wear contact lenses, as they're awkward and expensive,
And so I made my way back home—unsure and apprehensive.

On Wednesday, I was scared to drive and had to call a cabbie.
"You need to pray for help", he said – "I'll take you to the abbey."
So off we went to talk to God but wound up at confession.
The priest believed my problems stemmed from some obscure transgression.

On Thursday an acquaintance called and begged me for some money.
"I'm broke," I said, "but know a priest who'll lend you some baloney."
"The Talents parable?" he sneered. "It's dollars that I'm after!"
He then jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge and sank into the water.

On Friday, I was thankful that the week would soon be over.
And then (a sign of more bad luck?) I saw a two-leaf clover.
“What have I done," my heart cried out," to earn such retribution!”
I strolled and mused—but soon rushed home because of air pollution.

On Saturday, while breakfasting, I felt an odd sensation.
I somehow knew that—on this day—there would be jubilation!
Like God, whose pains abated as he rested on Day Seven,
I rested from my labors, which are finished now, thank Heaven!

A good positive ending!

Thanks for participating.

A pleasure, as always.

I like the way the ending worked out as well.

saparris

One of your best efforts, I'd say. Thanks to both of you for the fun you bring us.

Kudos galore!

Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.

Well done! Hope this week is better!

Nice!